Monday, November 26, 2012

tumbling

Burning trash day, laundry day, cleaning day...
and I wonder...

If I told you that I love you, would you understand it's in the cosmic sense? I love you like Jesus loves everybody. Why do people assume all love that isn't family, is romantic? There used to be different words for love; the greeks had so many - I wonder if they still do. We lost those words
and assumptions are evil.Maybe if I wrote this in stanzas you would read itas fast as I think itthis train of thoughtdesrves its own railthis stream deservesits own mountainto fall to tumbleto rollcascadingthrough my sightandacross your tongue